The Call of Her Wild

The Call of Her Wild

She secretly added one night to her work trip ... She needed this. A mom of two teens, a full time career as household breadwinner, with much responsibility both at home and at the office, carrying most of the weight of child rearing with a husband who was not engaged much with any of them.

She's often asked by her sisters and the close friends "How are you doing all this??" It's never been a second thought, really... she knew no other way, so would shrug it off--until recently.

She had always felt guilty for making anything about "her"-- but lately she'd been realizing the best way to be better for all of the people in her world was to be better to herself. She needed this time alone... just 24 hours would do it.

It was not just about being alone, she had time alone on days when kids were at school and she was working from home. It was about being alone miles and miles away so that she was not surrounded with reminders of tasks and chores and "should do's." She now had no choice but to spend time with herself --And she gets her own room, her own bed. No chances of interruptions....

She had a late breakfast, wandered the immediate neighborhood, saw a few sights and sounds, grabbed lunch out at a cafe and an iced coffee on her walk back to hotel, where she decided to laze in her room watching random movies on local channels... despite the caffeine she even napped (how luxurious to actually nap!). The bed and its pillows were simply divine...

Later she got dressed and went down to the steakhouse in the hotel to get a proper, well-crafted, stiff Manhattan and ate dinner sitting solo at the bar. After a little dessert, she asked for a nightcap to bring back to her room.

As she entered the room and shut the door, her body reacted immediately at the sound of the door closing and her moving the latch bolt across the door... She was alone, she had all night, and was a little buzzed, and a lotta horny. A call deep inside her was humming all day...

She had heard it before ... An animal-like instinct inside of her that needed to be addressed, tended-to. Released.

Her body knew what she would be doing by end of tonight into the early morning hours--even if her brain was denying that it was why she was there in the first place. As she went through art museums, shopping and enjoyed her lunch, nap and dinner, it was just delaying the inevitable.

She knew exactly why she stayed an extra night...

Make no mistake: She was there to cum.

To unabashedly, relentlessly, incessantly, intensely and freely cum. Again. And again.

To cum face up, to cum face down with ass up in the air, to cum under a stream of water from a bathtub or shower head, to cum humping one pillow while she muffled screams into another ...

As she peeled off clothes to take a shower and wrapped the plush hotel robe around her naked body she could tell her eyes instinctively avoided the mirror... Her body, once rock hard, slender, was now softer, rolls falling over scars in her belly left behind by babies, greys on her head getting colored every several weeks... sun spots and tiny moles polkadotting her shoulders and neck... on the outside she was not the same as she once was.

Yet on the inside, nothing had changed. Damn, she loved being a woman. She savored the sequence of arousal that occurred as her pulse quickened and her body became flush and heated, the feel of a low buzz and tingle tugging in her pussy as her body sang, became engorged, clit and nipples hardening, reaching, begging for touch, while walls of her pussy softened, expanded, saturated... Prepared.

As she sipped her drink and reclined on the bed with the tv running randomly, she grabbed her screen device and began the scrolling.... and looking, liking, and feeling her body's reaction outside and in...

She watched a gamut of filthy, naughty, erotic, and romantic GIFs/videos. She was surprised how aroused she was becoming hearing the sounds of sex--Maybe because she usually watched things on mute at home... but it was the delicious sounds of bodies, of moans, cumming, spanking, jerking off, dirty talk. The sounds of a man moaning and sighing and releasing his load were so much more a turn on than they ever had been before... she stared, she listened while she teased her body with touch... watching GIF after GIF, clip after clip... and read or listened to the erotic stories that always hit just right...

And through these fantasies she took her time. This was not a hurried orgasm on a living room couch in middle of the night, reaching under clothes while family was asleep upstairs... Here there would be no fear of interruption --and happily no need for clothing. She had the luxury of time and privacy.

She opened the robe and her legs and splayed her body out unashamed... The feeling of being naked --aging body or not--filled her with empowerment. Air hitting her nipples and her pussy as the lips separated...

She was high now on lust... it had been so long since she had let go like this... she wanted more... felt the need to be fucked. Filled. To celebrate the differences between a man and woman's body and how they fit together so perfectly ..."Vive La Difference" as the saying goes.

She thought about the joy of skin to skin... how she missed it... the need for a hot blooded man in her bed.. someone to be intimate with and share lustful touches in private and public... to share laughs and have shared jokes, not always taking sex so seriously... but also sharing the heavy stare of ecstasy and raw desire as they hold a gaze just as each is just about to cum... fantasizing arms around her, a cock between her thighs... a mouth owning her pussy and pulling and claiming her orgasms as his... taking his thick cock in her mouth until she gags, and fantasizing of being bent over and flipped around every which way as she is taken by him again and again... on his terms, then on hers... feeling him cum deep inside her, or down her throat... or on her chest... these thoughts made her ooze with want...

She had toys with her to ease some of the need --and vibed her clit until she almost came and then took a thick dildo and mounted it to ride while pinching her nipples... she came hard... As it was stretching her, it made her burn and feel alive, wanton, womanly... her juices being displaced around it as she impaled herself before rolling over on her back to keep fucking herself pumping it in and out.. cumming again until she was spent.

She recovers, hydrates, showers and crashes to sleep ... but she eventually wakes up middle of the night and grabs the phone to start scrolling, starting the arousal again...

Because she was still hearing the call.

This time no toys--she liked it better without... her fingers knew her body and all its roads to pleasure... the best way to take, and the detours to take to edge and deny ... Finding the edge.. holding back... then finally falling over the edge to cum... legs spread, bucking, soaking, and then crossing over to a breaking point of overstimulation.... grabbing a vibe to place it directly on her clit... sending her into harder orgasms to find out how much could she keep cumming and convulsing until her body gave out.... She had to make this last until the next time, not knowing where or when that would be...

It was a night for her raw, pure pleasure. An escape. Methodically planned, nearly a ritualistic experience that she savored... slow and leisurely one minute--hardcore and urgently explosive the next.

She lost count of how many orgasms she had. But, mission: accomplished. She came to cum, and cum she did. Her late check-out allowed her to sleep in, and transition back to her home persona. Pussy and clit still tingling and sensitive not knowing what the hell had happened... nipples sore from pinching... pulling...

It was in the shower that she began to come down to reality as both the light of day and the water cleansed her from the self-debauchery of last night... As she came back into her room and saw last evening's bar glass on the nightstand--now with a pool of water from melted ice and her toys, the blankets, sheets, and the pillows scattered all over the bed, she was amused it looked like there was more than one person in the bed last night.... but also had that pang of shame that came after masturbation.

She chuckled, it all seemed a blur of movement and cumming... she'd tell herself she couldn't believe the things she watched and the things she did... but.. lets face it. She was not surprised in the least. (And already knew the new toys and tactics she'd try when she goes on the next trip.)

She ordered room service breakfast, ate slowly, had an extra cup of coffee and packed up for the airport.

As room door shut loudly behind her, her body now recoiled at the sound of it closing, locking her out, not in, this time. She was immediately back to the person that everyone knew again. The call of her wild was quieted. For now.

She smiled to herself... would look forward to the next time, but in this moment she was looking more forward to getting home. It was time.

And deep inside, she was sated. Refreshed. Renewed.